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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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Oh, that was... not very appealing. Zelda glanced away a bit, casting occasional curious glances - then she realised what, precisely, he was turning in to, and took a hasty step back.

Sheik also seemed concerned - [...Don't go near him. Those are deadly. Desert snakes.]

"Ah... uh huh," she stammered a little, "Can you change back, please?"

And maybe try something fluffier?

Somehow, Marco was not expecting Zelda to be afraid of snakes. <Alright, alright I'll change back,> he said - but not with his mouth. After all, he was a snake. He couldn't talk with his mouth. Instead, Zelda would hear Marco's voice inside her head.

Soon, after some more squicky shape-changing, Marco was back to normal.

It wasn't a matter of fear, it was a matter of personal safety. ...Really. Honest.

She gives him a slightly weak smile, asking, "I don't suppose you have anything, um, fluffier?"

Hey, she was still a teenage girl.

Zelda, Marco had done this morph before. He wasn't going to go on some crazy biting-spree.

He rolled his eyes at her request. Fluffy? What, was she hoping for a bunny rabbit or something?

"Okay, you don't have some irrational fear of dogs that someone never got mentioned in the games, do you?"

Actually, a bunny might not be a good idea, either. The ones she had seen in the past seven years tended to be, well, dinner.

"I don't have a fear of dogs," she said with a cautious smile. "We used to have some at the castle when I was young."

Except Wolfos, but they weren't exactly the same.

Okay, dog it was then. One again Marco's body started changing, except this time instead of growing scales he grew russet red-fur. And he might not have had any limbs shriveling up, but the sounds of all those bones changing did not sound pleasant.

Soon, an Irish Setter stood wagging it's tail before Zelda. Marco felt somewhat like a circus exhibit. <Am I fluffy enough for you now?>

"Quite fluffy, yes," Zelda grinned, reaching forward to pet him.

[Er, princess? He's still in there.]

[...Oh!]

Quickly, she retracts her hand, smiling a little in an embarrassed way. "My apologies. You were, er, cute."

Marco wagged his tail a little, feeling kinda sad that she didn't give him a pat. Or scratched him behind the ears, ooooh that was always good.

<Aren't I always cute?> Marco said, his thought-speak sounding cheeky. And, because it had been way to long since he had last done this morph, and you couldn't help but feel happy and playful when you were a dog, he asked: <Hey hey, you wouldn't happen to have a stick, would you? We could play fetch!>

Zelda merely chuckled, not quite giving an answer yet. "I'm not sure I have a stick," she said instead with a smile, "My apologies."

Well, technically there were Sheik's throwing needles, but they were a bit small and... pointy to play fetch with.

<Oh,> Marco said, sounding disappointed. No scratch behind the ears, no fetch? He said down, and looked up at her.

Puppy eyes indeed, Zelda.

Oh Three, not the puppy eyes!

"I'm sorry," she immediately said, feeling guilty. And, well, because he did look down, she might have reached across to give him scritchies behind the ears. Dogs liked that, didn't they?

Even if he was a person beneath the dog-ish exterior.

Sheik snickered at her. [Shut up,] she told him.

Marco looked just like any dog that got their ear scratched - extremely happy. <Oooh, that's nice...> he said.

The fact that he was getting his ears scratched by a very attractive woman was a bonus, too.

"I'm, er, glad you're enjoying it," she chuckled a little. She had never actually petted an animal that was actually a person and was well aware of what you were doing - it was just that tiny bit awkward.

So she moved her hand away, brushing invisible dust off the leg of her plantsuit, smiling a little sheepishly. "Er, you can change back now, if you want."